Tuesday by James Belflower

Tuesday by James Belflower

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007

We read obsession over the
Sunday comics; “but why does he
squat outside?” Questions still bucking
and braying; my eyes are strong but void
of answers. It must be 1:30. Call me

“babe” again; I love that. The sofas’
crushed as circus women slip
from the trapeze; words are nurses
with brawny shoulders, who maintain an
aroma of cinnamon. “I don’t?” . . . sleep now,
I will have all the answers
on bright Tuesday.

At the Ocean by Gloria Bennett

Doubt by James Belflower

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